Seeing the fear in the people's eyes, Elian could understand. To the vast majority of humans at Dawn tier, fighting monsters was not really an option.
Thus, rather than fight, they will either run or surrender. And if such weaklings could survive by giving someone else up, they would naturally jump at the chance.
It wasn't like there were many options for them to begin with.
Ignoring the mob, Elian turned to Ned, "You good?"
"Yep. Just peachy. You're going right?"
"I am."
"Cool. Naturally, I am coming with you."
Elian felt his blood boil. Despite being one of the said weaklings, Ned always strove to be better. Despite having less than the mob in front of them, his brother was all too eager to fight.
"I dunno. You're kind of dead weight. What if you die? Charlotte will kill me," Elian mocked.
Ned shook his head and retorted, "Dead weight? Me? Ha! You're delusional. Why don't you just run away? I will fight in your stead."
